Thursday, April 24, 2025

drowning...

You know you think you get to the fourth child, and you've got it figured out, you'll be able to do this, but hey you just need a new challenge then! Here's this tiny pair of glasses. Figure out how to keep those on a 4-month-old!


 #thebabywiththeglasses was quite an adventure! If we were ever in the car for more than 10 minutes, Hannah would get bored, take off her glasses, and toss them around. She teethed on those things! They were constantly getting lost, and because they were these little plastic things kind of similar to goggles which were designed to not get broken or hurt her, the lenses popped out easily, so we would always be searching for those ridiculously expensive, thick, little bifocal lenses. One time on the way home from Madison when she was almost two, I looked back, and she wasn't wearing her glasses. I said Hannah where are your glasses, and she pointed to the window and said, "Windo!" Sure enough while we were flying down I-94, she had thrown them out the window.  She had glasses from the time she was four months old. We had to patch her eye for what felt like a very long time (maybe from 2 to 4 years old). Finally when she was 4 years old, she had to have eye muscle surgery.

I really only have two very vivid memories from that surgery. She was in my arms when the doctor came to get her, and they took her from me, and she cried all the way down the hallway, "Momma! Momma! Momma!" It SHREDDED my heart.  But this second memory is what this blog is about. As I sat in the waiting room during her surgery, I couldn't pray for her surgery. Every time I tried to close my eyes and pray about it, I was assaulted with this image of her eyeballs cut open. So I reached out to my loved ones and ask them to please carry me through this surgery on their prayers, because I was not capable of praying about it right then. 

Sometimes in the heat of it when you're going through an extremely difficult trial, you have to prioritize survival. If a person is drowning, it isn't the time for them to worry about how they fell out of the boat or analyze boats and oceans and falls. It isn't the time to start contemplating lessons for the next time they're about to fall out of the boat. It also isn't the time to be grateful for the salt water hitting them in the face and rushing down their throat or to be grateful that they didn't die upon impact. When you're drowning, you have to prioritize survival. Contemplating and learning lessons and sometimes even praising God can wait until you survive. And sometimes all you can manage is a very short, succinct cry for help, "Save me, Lord!"

I'm not positive what Jami's 7 stages of trials would actually be, but I do know a few things you don't have to worry about when you're drowning in trials:

1. You don't have overanalyze what got you there.  Tell the story as much as it soothes your soul. Talk about it if talk is beneficial for you. But when you're walking through the worst of the fire, it is NOT the time to analyze.

2. You don't have to learn lessons while you're fighting to keep your head above water. Survival is not the time for taking notes! It's time to focus on those skills you learned in water safety: tread water, keep the limbs moving, start swimming, head above the water! Just. Get. Through. Just survive.

3. When your drowning, it really doesn't matter how many have drowned before you. The 4,000 others who drowned before you this year are not a comfort or an aid to you when you're just trying to survive. Don't worry about them! Also when you're drowning isn't the time to worry about what other people will think about your situation or to worry if your treading water form is on point. Let the audience (imaginary or real) fade into the blur of the background.

4. It's okay not to praise with salt water rushng down your esophagus. There will be PLENTY of time after you survive for praising. You don't have to try to time the beats of your legs pedaling through the water to praise songs. 

5. Finally, it's okay not to pray. You can ask others to pray for you because it just hurts too much to pray yourself. You can throw up short pleas for help or just be carried on the wings of your prayer support. Again focus on surviving! Once you get close enough to the shore to put your feet down and start walking through the waves to the beach, you can start truly praying. Save you strength! Survive! Just get through the hottest part of the trial.

The surgery was incredibly successful. She even got back her depth perception, which isn't the outcome for every child who has eye muscle surgery.  We learned so much! Heck we learned so much from the entire #babywiththeglasses saga! But most importantly,  we survived.

Ephesians 6:13
Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand. 

Saturday, August 10, 2024

Personal Theology

Senior year Bible for my kids is Personal Theology. All year long, they dig into different timely topics and report back: 

*what does God say? 
*what does the world say?
*what do my parents say?
*what do I say?

This year, my last year teaching Personal Theology, I added a new final project. Based upon all that you dug into this year, how are you going to live your life? The assignment, write 10 "I will" statements. Today I did the assignment, both to give my student a sample of how to do this and to put my money where my mouth is. 


I like my "I will" statements. They are a great combination of facts of who I am and things I aspire to be. You don't have to like them.  They aren't your "I will" statements.  But maybe this will inspire you to think about your "I will" statements and write them down too. 

This post isn't private;  however,  it's mainly intended for my three previous students who took the course before this great assignment was developed.  I hope you three will send me your "I will" statements or at least think them through.

The purposes of a person’s heart are deep waters, but one who has insight draws them out.
Proverbs 20:5

Sunday, June 30, 2024

Breaking up scar tissue

Something happened in my heart this weekend. The only way I can describe it is by referencing another blog I wrote long ago:


I have been under so much pressure lately... girl bossed too hard and now I'm a manager and WOW that's intense.... parenting adult children or as I like to call it the valley of the shadow of death... menopause, hot flashes, weight gain OH MY! Each of these pressure cookers would be intense on their own But all combined together!?!? Sometimes I feel like I'm not even me anymore.... 

Any of you Grey's Anatomy fans out there... you know when April and Jackson lose Samuel, and then April goes to the desert to do relief work, and she comes back TOTALLY changed. I feel like I'm post-desert April: Rougher. More edgy. Bit stronger of a backbone. Bigger cojones. It's the path God wants me on, but it feels uncomfortable like a pair of pants that just doesn't quite fit me. For TOO long I have been a pushover.... afraid of conflict... people pleaser... God is making and molding me so I can be a better manager, parent, daughter, sister,  friend, HUMAN.... but I couldn't find my comfort zone in that.

This weekend something BROKE! Like the pop I described in my Achilles tendon blog above. And I think I see my way now... The way to make firm have a gentle Jami spin on it. The way to let these lil ducklings learn to fly (and fall) being their safety net FAR below instead of the shepherd right there by their side and not letting their descent or their plop into the net I formed kill me. The way to be refined not broken, stronger not tough.

I sobbed through the sermon today.  GOLLY it was FIRE! Jesus embraced the TORTURE of the cross because there was purpose in the pain --- I was the purpose in His pain! 

I guess my best analogy is this: yesterday I changed over every song in my Taylor Swift Work Hype Mix to the "clean version." It's the same brilliant T. Swift lyrics.  It's all the angry girl rock I need to pump me up before work. It just doesn't have any swears.  That's the new version of Jami. She's not a pushover anymore.  She says what she thinks a lot of the time. She draws boundaries. She is a TOUGH mammer jammer. But she is still kind and Christlike. She is still gentle. She is still Jami. 

I might be back to this blog thing. I might be a one-hit wonder until some more scar tissue pops... I don't know. But this.... this I had to share. Cuz for the first time in a long time I feel like me again, and also cuz just like this whole blog: I hope this ministers to someone else's soul too.

‭Galatians 2:20 
I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I now live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me. 

Saturday, December 25, 2021

Not a Christmas you dream about...

This really wasn't a Christmas that you dream about. I'm on crutches and in an immense amount of pain.  We didn't have a church service to go to (even if I could've hobbled in there). I forgot a TON of things for our appetizer feast. The valley of the shadow of parenting a teen girl is a bit dark and scary these days. Then I couldn't even make it through to Christmas dinner.  In the middle of our family celebration, the pain brought me to tears, and John had to take me home to go to bed and elevate my leg.  

It has me thinking.  Do you think Mary enjoyed the stable? I mean I know what the pictures convey.  I know she's all dewy and glowing cuz she just brought God's Son into this world.  But do you REALLY think she enjoyed giving birth in animal filth? I bet she didn't.  But I also bet it didn't matter if she was thrilled about the way it turned out.... GOD STILL HAD HIS WAY. 

Lately God's been doing a lot of things in a way that is just NOT pleasing to me... not my favorite.... not the way I would've planned it if I were the author.... but here's what I've been seeing... GOD STILL HAS HIS WAY... and I guess I'm starting to get it through my thick skull that I'm NOT the author. 

Regardless of how not storybook this Christmas was.... I'm trusting that HIS way is better. Just like I imagine Mary did on that very first Christmas.

Merry Christmas everyone. 

Wednesday, December 8, 2021

Christmas on Crutches

I'm currently doing three different Christmas reading plans on my Bible app. I'm just trying hard not to miss the joy this Christmas season because of all the NOT merry stuff on my plate right now.

*Army graduations are so stressful but this one was even more so because the unit Elijah was in literally communicated not 1 word about the in-person graduation to the parents.

*a car crash the day before we left put so many wrinkles into our trip and extended our driving time.... as we had to go to Georgia and take Noah to his new base.

*my work is just so busy. I've been working overtime for at least 6 months.

*and my surgery is very close on the horizon---just 9 days away now

*2 soldiers arriving at the airport on 2 different days (one of them I have to miss because I'll still be in the hospital.)

*then two whirlwind weeks full of celebrations and family and the Kastner6 together.

I just KNOW that I'm going to get to January 5th and think, "Wow! That was a blink of a eye!" It already feels like it went fast, and it hasn't even all the way started.

As I FLY, full-speed down this hill, there are a few things I'm doing to try to make sure I don't miss everything....  

1. The most important one Get. In. The. Word. Every single day...  Multiple different reading plans. Worship songs while I exercise. Quiet minutes of listening for His voice even when I feel like I can't slow down. I'm tying to center my heart on my Savior's birth to help me remember the Reason for the Season.

2.  Count it all joy. I'm really truly TRYING to count it all joy. My work being so busy made Elijah's time in basic seem exponentially shorter.  Elijah's unit being so disorganized meant they didn't even look at our registration for our car which was last year's not this year's. All this insanity and having to pump the brakes to just even experience any of it is giving me very little time to stress out about this knee surgery. This fast pace which I'm fighting so hard is actually what's making it like "oh my gosh it's already only 10  days until I see Elijah again!" So I'm trying to embrace the suck because the suck is actually beneficial for me.

3. Connect with my people.  Even though I'm stressed and busier than a one- armed wallpaper hanger I'm trying to be intentional about connecting with people. It is so helpful to my mental health and it us why I do all this craziness.... my people.

 Whatever kind of Christmas season you're having, chill - crazy - lonely - mournful,  you can still be purposeful and celebrate Christmas. My prayer is that today you'll find just one way to do that.

When they saw the star, they were overjoyed. On coming to the house, they saw the child with his mother Mary, and they bowed down and worshiped him. Then they opened their treasures and presented him with gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh.
Matthew 2:10‭-‬11


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